Over a tranquil garden of stone

Stones of many types

Stood Proudly where grass now overgrown

From Field of white crosses

granite stones In Normandy to Hawai’i

Bore the lives and losses

The sayings, epitaphs, capture my fancy

I imagine a person fit

Scowling, smiling, talking a bit

There is a story in this powerful place

In these cases...

“Hooray...Here I lie”

or

“The Defense Rests”

a lawyer no disguise

even

“Here lies an atheist, all dressed up and no where to go...”

While to each his own

comes a moan

Folks somehow deal with their loss

A pity on loan

Until the farewell is complete

Widows and widowers alike

Care for the grounds in sight

To which they glare

‘What happened to the perpetual care?’

Grass overgrown, weeds to pull

Now I understand so dull

Too many goodbyes, final calls

Except for those we miss

Those hugs and kisses

Plentiful then, now regrets

Of unknown purpose and origin

Beyond our understanding

 and reasoning

To whom the bells toll

is the final call

To wither away to dust

we know now the cost

With a grain of salt

we look for the faults

In the darkest corner of pain

we long for thoughts of finer grain

For our feelings are curved

carved, smooth

ill feelings well deserved

Sure better resting places than these

In loneliness we can strive

I wonder what mine will be so contrived?

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